My heart is so heavy today. My friend Peter passed away 15 years ago and there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about him.
On of my favourite things to do with him was sit side by side on his couch and listen to LP’s from start to finish. He was so passionate about the music and read every liner note. He always had a story to tell about something. I miss his laugh. The way he ran his fingers through that beautiful mop of hair he had.
He was a very tall dude (and I’m very wee) and when we held hands it looked like I had a baby hand. We used to joke that his hands were the size of a ham. He was one of my very best friends and was a big brother/guardian angel. He watched over me and made sure I was ok.
I had a string of abusive boyfriends in high school/university and Peter was the first person to tell me that I deserved better. That I was worthy of love. He said “All of the bad shit in your life that you experience is a reflection of what you believe you deserve. You deserve better. Do you get that? You deserve to be happy.”
I still have one of his famous Mixed Tapes that he made special for me when I moved away from Regina to Victoria. I have a tape-player in storage that I’ve saved just so I can listen to this tape from time to time. I’m going to listen to it today … smile emoticon
Cherish your loved ones, friends. Life is short.